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Wear your grief like soft silk;
a shimmering air-light cloak
against your skin, barely felt.
But, when the transparent
blue dusk and the north star shines alone,
perception loosens, solitude releases,
wear the purple velvet of queens and kings.
Let it drag against limbs and feel the heaviness
rounding your shoulders until you reach
full stop and must wait for the velvet to journey
through brocade, damask, satin, lace.
It will again become
weightless silk and
return to the blessed, fine
binding you can carry on with.
Nonnie Augustine
May 7, 2006
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